How Did I Become the White Moonlight Just by Acting Up?

“You are a cannon-fodder character in this world. Your character tags are: beautiful, vicious, and stupid.

When you were eight years old, you were adopted by the Shen family, the number one wealthy family in Jingang. For the past twelve years, Shen Zhuang has treated you like a treasure, yet you joined hands with your villainous mother to scheme against the Shen family.

You are obsessed with the male lead, and in the end, you used disgraceful means to obtain the position of the Shen family’s young madam.

But the male lead does not love you. In order to win back his heart, you keep courting death in all kinds of ways, pushing the male lead and his destined true heroine into an unbreakable romance.

In the end, you will be expelled from the Shen family by the male lead, abandoned by your villainous mother, and commit suicide by jumping into the river…”

As cannon fodder who suddenly awakens self-awareness, Jiang Huashan says:

This plot? Absolutely impossible to follow.

So, after starting over, she seals off her heart like cement, forms the **Cannon Fodder Alliance**, and joins forces with all the cannon-fodder characters to “madly” overturn the plot.

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At her eighteenth birthday banquet, Jiang Huashan stands beneath the spotlight, beautiful enough to seem untouched by the mortal world.

“Miss Jiang, may I ask why you still have not been entered into the Shen family genealogy? Does the old master have other arrangements for you? We heard that you grew up with several of the young masters and share a close bond with them. May I ask which young master Miss Jiang favors more?”

Jiang Huashan smiles with perfect composure.

“As for entering the family genealogy, Grandfather naturally has his own arrangements. Rumors stop with the wise. As for those… brothers of the Shen family and me, we are not that close~”

That very night, black hair spreads across a rose-colored lace pillow. In the darkness, an ambiguous, scorching breath lingers between them.

The man gently strokes the girl’s lips, swollen from kisses, his voice low and hoarse.

“Where exactly are we not close?”